@Arceus the Evoker has eluded us again. Instead of cornering either Arceus or the Arceus doppelgänger in the access tube, Nasalite and I discovered the horrifying scene in the secret decks in the underbelly of the station.

As a Psy Corps Cadet, I knew immediately I was in over my head. I notified my superiors and the station was quickly locked down, resulting in a serious disruption of station life. Nasalite and I are sitting tight, hoping that @Arceus the Evoker will be caught in the swiftly closing net.

Murder? Was Arceus (or the Arceus doppelgänger) really responsible for this?
Evokers certainly have a reputation as trouble makers of epic nature, but murder is not usually their MO -- especially not one this savagely brutal. The psychic forensic evidence is still being gathered, while Nasalite and I stand back and let the professionals do their job.

But the murder is only part of it. Apparently nobody seems to have known about the facilities on the underside of the station. While the station is known for using "good vibes" to help temper the general mood on Earth, the fact that very "bad vibes" have been being applied in equal measure comes as a shock. How long has this been going on? And who is behind it?

If anyone has any information concerning these matters, please contact your local Psy Corps office.

At first, Quix's Moon Elf friends seemed pretty cool. Definitely into a more of a boho thing than spacestation chic. I felt a little overdressed, but they offered me a glass of moon mushroom wine and that felt pretty cool. Maybe they were college students.

After introductions, I guess I "passed" and they took me deeper into the caves, where there was the most amazing spread of food I've ever seen -- and trust me I've seen a lot of banquets. This room though--napkins and table cloths made of thin pressed cheese, a bacon house, pillars of marvelous pork holding up a ceiling of stalactites dripping with butter... chocolate cakes so rich and prime rib so sweet you can't even tell them apart. We wash it all down with milk and cream.

I eat and eat till I'm embarrassed, and then I eat some more. Quix's friends aren't offended at all. They encourage it...

But now I don't know how long I've been here, or if this party ever ends. The food makes you kind of dizzy, and then queasy, and it's easy to get confused. Sometimes I find Quix and ask him to take me back and he says "Sure! Follow me!" and I follow him but always get lost and end up back at the party.

Sometimes I fall asleep and dream the cave is full of other humans, like me, but old and worn thin with scraggly hair and dressed in rags. They're asleep too, or wandering around and talking to themselves. Like a home for dementia patients.

But then I wake up and it's time to eat again, and the Moon Elves play their Moon Elf music on their boom boxes, and chatter and laugh, and sometimes I find Quix and ask him to take me back and he says "Sure! Follow me!" and I follow him but always get lost and end up back at the party.

I feel like I should get back to the station. How long has it been? My phone has no service but it most be broken, because the time is set to 157 years in the future. Does this Moon Elf party ever end?

When was the last time I checked my phone? Make that 163 years.

Space Cat and I had almost made our way back out of the access tube when the screaming started. It was coming up from the dark Generation Chamber we'd just escaped from. The one filled with cultists and nightmares... I couldn't believe that the Psychic Space Station was beaming that kind of energy down to earth too.

"Meowrrr?"

"There's no way I'm going back down there," I told the cat. "Are you kidding? It was turning my mind to sludge!"

"Meowrrr."

Space Cat headed back down the tube, gracefully flipping over as the artifical gravity turned upside down.

The horrible screams had subsided. And I couldn't get shown up by a cat, could I?

What we discovered was something even more terrifying than the twisted dark energy engineer who had been beaming his disturbing thought energy through the apparatus. He was still strapped in, but being consumed by what appeared to be a large fleshy blob. The rest of the techs had fled the chamber, leaving this amorphous hump of skin colored goo undulating over the star. He had stopped screaming, but the creature was obviously eating him, gnawing and slurping and oozing as it did.

"STARS!!! NOM NOM NOM NOM" it said.

Ooooooo it’s so good to be back in my natural state and oozing here and oozing there and oozing everywhere under doors and down dark tunnels but I need to eat I need to eat so bad after I change back because metabolism. And I need STARS to eat where are they I can smell them in the darkness I will eat them up

I'd never been in a short hop interplanetary shuttle before. We just teleported to the space station. It's a lot better for the environment.

But the place we were going didn't have a teleportation link, so we had to fly.

Quix is a great pilot. All the adaptive tech for his body type is built in to the cabin by default, and he really knows how to use his hands. If you know what I mean. ;)

The view from the portholes was kind of confusing. Sometimes the moon was visible, sometimes the earth. We must have been rotating in directions that didn't make sense. It was making me a little sick but I didn't want Quix to think I was some bumpkin.

Finally, we put down, way at the bottom of a deep deep crater.

"There's an airbubble here," said Quix unstrapping from the pilot seat. "You can breathe it just fine. Well, mostly. There are some dead spots so be careful."

We popped open the hatch into a gloomy cavern. Bioluminescent fungus seemed to mark a path.

"Follow the moon mushroom road!" Quix squealed, bounding across the cavern floor in great low-gravity bounds. "C'mon!"

"Squeeeeeee! Squee squee squee squee."

"Yes, and can you describe them?" I ask.

Herman Undie's Mipi, Streamon--who represents as a strange starry vegetable--was apparently attacked by @Arceus the Evoker on deck 9 of the space station. Freshman Undie has a hard time controlling his Streamon and it frequently runs away and is unattended.

"Squee squee squee squee SQUEEEE squee squee squee squee."

Arceus had attempted to eat Streamon, but was momentarily paralyzed--and potentially permanently disfigured--by Streamon's anesthetic fluid, which is especially potent.

"Squee squee squee squee squee squee."

Arceus then disappeared into a maintenance access tube. There has been only this single confirmed siting, which means the Arceus the Evoker doppelgänger has yet to be spotted.

Nasalite snorfed a scent sample from Streamon's still weeping norfnorf, and has headed down the access tube. I am in pursuit, with my trusty Psy Corps issue flashlight in hand.

"Hail Lark'nez! Font of Despair!"

We're in a Generation Chamber on the underside of the space station. The artificial gravity flipped on the way here. Space Cat and I are hidden in the shadows of the access tube.

"Hail Lark'nez! Eater of Hope!"

It's one of the "stars" stepping up into the apparatus. But it's not like we've seen before. This star looks like a serial killer, and the tech crew stands at attention.

"Hail Lark'nez! Destroyer of Dreams!"

The star locks himself into the chair and places the trancap on his head, and suddenly I can't think. Everything in my mind is sludge.

"MEOwwwwerrrrr!"

Space Cat has attacked my leg. Which is enough to break me out of my torpor and turn around and run.

My natural form is an amorphous blob so I start just by getting very bloated and puffy and laying around all day and that's when I lock the door and stop letting people in and make secretions especially for sealing doors and windows and skylights and chimneys. It takes about twelve hours for me to fully revert and after that I'm able to ooze through just about any size crack but ooooooo I am so hungry what is there to eat on this spacestation anyway my favorite thing to eat is stars

Wandering around the space station I spotted a strange starry vegetable should I eat it?

When I signed up for the Psychic Space Station trip I didn’t think I’d be given dishwashing duty.

It sucks. Sure, I’ve got workstudy experience as a dishwasher at the Psyhigh cafeteria, but this is at a whole other level. The menu’s deranged, and I’m scraping things off plates that might still be alive. And biting. Plus the manager is literally an uncaring robot.